Things in the world are always unpredictable, and the emperor who has just returned to the spring breeze is flawless, and the high-spirited sarcasm Xiao Chen is a grandson. was immediately slapped in the face by what he said, and he didn't even have the qualifications to be a grandson.

A group of people below couldn't help but smile bitterly, this emperor is also unlucky, after today, this grandson incident, I am afraid that it will spread throughout Kunlun.

The name of the Son of God is destined to leave a stain that can never be washed away.

"Emperor Wuji, I will toast you for your ancestor's grandfather. ”

Xiao Chen poured the wine jug down gently, and the clear and mellow wine suddenly formed a line and poured it back downward.

Emperor Wuji, who was already so angry that he couldn't speak, completely broke out, which sounded like this. Come, grandson, I'll get you a glass of wine for your grandfather.

The figure flashed, Emperor Wujian snorted softly, and the white hair, which had faded in color, turned golden again, and rushed upward.

His mental strength was able to withstand this pressure, but his physical body couldn't bear it, and he barely advanced ten meters, and he felt like his bones were about to fall apart.

Waiting for this opportunity, Xiao Chen's eyes were cold, he threw away the wine jug in his hand at will, volleyed it in the air, and directly kicked it on Emperor Wuji's shoulder.

The advantage of this kick and the landing of the Holy Stigmata Monument was almost to the extreme, and the emperor who was struggling to support him desperately running up was not in a hurry, and he was kicked immediately.

With a bang, Emperor Wujian was kicked down fiercely, and his body flipped several times in the air in a row, feeling that the bones in his shoulders seemed to be shattered.

After this incident, he must have become a thorn in the side of Emperor Wuji, and the enmity between the two sides is completely settled, since he can create an opportunity to hit the other party, Xiao Chen will naturally not miss it.

With a kick to overturn the emperor, Xiao Chen's body shook, withstood the pressure, and stood at the top of the Holy Stigmata Monument again.

The surrounding group of people were all stunned, and the young generation of emperors who were rampant in Kunlun were kicked over. This unimaginable thing really happened in front of everyone's eyes.

Looking at Emperor Wujian in the air, he felt a little pity, it was refreshing to kick it just now, but he didn't have time to use much force, and it didn't really hurt the other party.

Emperor Wujian stepped on the volley, and for the first time, an irrepressible murderous aura poured out of his eyes, and a terrifying momentum spread out from him, and everyone below felt a chill and secretly frightened.

"The Sword of First Acquaintance in an Instant!"

With a soft shout, Emperor Wujian stretched out his hand violently, and a little light came out of his fingertips, and the heavens and the earth seemed to become dark, and the whole world was only that little light.

Suddenly, a sword qi emerged from his fingertips, and the darkness of the entire world was all pierced by this wisp of sword qi.

The sword qi penetrated through the darkness and light, as if it was the initial light that opened up the world, and in an instant, it shot towards Xiao Chenbiao.

Xiao Chen felt a sense of danger in his heart for no reason, and with a slight side of his body, a faint wisp of sword qi slid past his face, cutting off a few strands of hair.

Although the power of this sword is great and the speed is fast, the artistic conception contained in it is also magnificent and vast, but under the pressure of the Holy Stigmata Tablet, when it came to Xiao Chen, the power was already negligible.

Xiao Chen's expression froze, the smile on his face slowly faded, and he looked at each other coldly. There is no matchless Jiao in the world, and there is only one protagonist in the Kunlun realm, and today he and Emperor Wujian are completely torn apart.

The opponent is very strong, even if you use all your strength, you may not be able to win, but the future is long, whoever can have the last laugh will have the last time, whose light will be eternal.

The light on the stigmata began to flicker, and the faces of the many warriors who had been watching the excitement all became solemn.

This is the world inside the Holy Stigmata Monument, a sign that it is about to be opened, and some low-grade martial saints who have not been printed with their names hurriedly stepped forward and engraved their names.

Emperor Wuxian took away the killing intent in his eyes, glanced at Xiao Chen on the top of the Holy Monument, and calmly fell into the ranks of the Protoss.

"Shenzi, don't be like this guy, this guy is a grandson, how can he compare with you. "A warrior of the Protoss, seeing Emperor Wuji's gloomy face, stepped forward to pat his ass and curry favor.

Emperor Wuji's calm expression suddenly erupted, and he slapped the person and said, "Get out, don't put the word grandson in front of me." ”

Looking at the scattered man, the thirteen Radiance Watchers, there was a hint of speechlessness in their eyes. This guy really deserves it, which pot is not opened, and the fool can see that Emperor Wujian is really allergic to these two words now.

The light is shining, and the Holy Stigmata Tablet is about to open, and the secret treasures inside, the heavenly and earthly treasures, and various spiritual veins are waiting for a group of low-grade martial saints to excavate.

The opportunity is rare, and the martial artists of all races and the younger generation of demonic geniuses on the scene are all looking forward to it.

Xiao Chen sat on the top of the Stigmata Monument, looked at Emperor Wuji's actions in his eyes, smiled slightly, and withdrew his gaze.

Turning his gaze to the top and down, the vague marks thoughtful.

Legend has it that the people who left these traces have mysteriously left this world, and it is said that they have all reached the realm of martial gods.

According to the time recorded on the Holy Monument, at 3,200 meters, a large golden name represents the time of the peak of the ancient martial arts.

So these traces are still on top of this, could it be said that in the era of martial arts, there is an era that is more distant than ancient times?

He looked down, and at a distance of three thousand two hundred meters, he saw some similar vague marks in the scurrying golden name.

In his mind, as if he had figured out something, Xiao Chen gently touched it with his fingers, and there was a trace below.

Rumble!

A vast picture suddenly appeared in front of him, and a ray of sword light swept across the sky, slashing towards him quickly.

The person who took out the knife couldn't see his face clearly, and he drank softly, like thunder rumbling in the sea of knowledge, Xiao Chen's body trembled, his fingers quickly moved away, and he almost fell off the stigmata tablet.

"Even if I can fly so high, if I want to make a name on it, I'm afraid it will be difficult to do it. ”

Xiao Chen secretly said in his heart, the wisp of sword light just now was not waved by the owner of the traces left behind, but by the mysterious power inside the stone tablet.

If you want to leave a name in this highest place, I'm afraid that it can't be done by a martial saint, at least the invisible sword light, no one present can stop it.

What can leave traces here is definitely not the existence of a low-grade martial saint, but the rules of the saint mark tablet are obviously limited to the realm of a low-grade martial saint.

Even if Emperor Wu came, he couldn't get close to the Holy Stigmata Stele, could it be that in that year that was even more distant than ancient times, the rules of the Stigmata Tablet were not like this?

The flickering light, more and more dazzling, the people who left their names on the stone tablet can already clearly feel that the power from the inscription is gently pulling them.

Just when the stele was about to be opened, a group of uninvited guests suddenly flew over the mountainside, two men and one woman, and their breath was not any of the five clans.

Someone saw their eyes and recognized the clothes they were wearing, and was slightly stunned, and said, "How did the merman of the Chaotic Demon Sea come to us?" ”

Kunlun is very large, the continent alone is difficult to go through, and the boundless ocean is even more vast and inexhaustible.

The more familiar one in the Tianwu Domain is naturally the Chaotic Demon Sea bordering the Loess Demon Garden in the west, and the mermaid is the overlord of the Chaotic Demon Sea.

After the Chaos Demon Sea, there is a wider ocean world, and there are intelligent races similar to the merman, and there are even some rare but extremely powerful races.

In ancient times, I heard that there was also a sea emperor who unified the sea clan, and all the sea tribes obeyed the orders of the sea emperor palace. However, the Sea Emperor's Palace has long since fallen, and the Sea Clan is also very rare, and the current sea world has long since changed the sky.

Two men and one woman, in appearance, are not much different from humans, except that a pair of eyes are all beautiful dark blue.

Xiao Chen paid special attention to their feet, it is said that mermaids are born without feet, the upper body is a human and the lower body is a fish, only when the strength reaches a certain level, can they transform freely.

When the three of them saw the light flickering on the Stigmata Monument, they hurriedly flew forward to leave their names, and the height they left behind was all 2,800 meters.

didn't have time to think about what happened to these three mermen, and the people who carved their names were forcibly involved by the suction of the Holy Stigmata Monument.

After ten days, the entering warriors will be automatically teleported, and the Stigmata will be closed, and the next time it will be opened will be ten years later.

When Xiao Chen opened his eyes, the scene of the Kunlun Mountains had disappeared, replaced by a slightly desolate grassland.

There was no one else around, and thousands of people who wanted to come to the scene were randomly teleported to different places.

Looking up towards the end of the field of vision, in the very center of this world, there was a pillar of light connecting heaven and earth, attracting Xiao Chen's attention.

The Immortal Spirit Ring explained: "The pillar of light is the treasure hall in the Holy Stigmata Tablet, but it is not easy to walk over. ”

The name of the Treasure Hall was easy to understand, and Xiao Chen asked, "The treasures inside shouldn't be taken away in vain." ”

"Well, there are not only secret passages in it, but also all kinds of ancient puppets, these puppets are not so easy to deal with, and the battle puppets you came into contact with in the Tianzi training room are imitations of these ancient puppets. ”

The battle puppet in the Tianzi training room, Xiao Chen remembered it vividly, not only had the memory of the battle, but also had not weak wisdom, and even martial arts and artistic conception could be mastered.

"Let's look at it later, I want to collect the source of the spiritual vein, there should be no one on this grassland. ”

Xiao Chen looked around and said, although there are many spirit plants in the fairy spirit ring, there are only two kinds of things he cares about, one is the laurel tree, and the other is the dragon pattern fruit.

The laurel flower that blooms in the former, chewing a piece, can heal almost any injury, but it is much more convenient than any pill.

The dragon pattern fruit does not need much, and the few heavenly and earthly treasures that can directly strengthen the strength of the martial artist can be spawned by using the source of the spiritual vein, which can be increased by several years.

If it reaches a thousand years, with Xiao Chen's current realm, he can get great benefits.

Ji Jiao smiled: "This is not certain, this small world cannot be judged by the common sense of the outside world, the spiritual veins of the outside world are under the mountain range, but the spiritual veins here may be at your feet." ”